Last Commented Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

The Field


I watched out on that cold crisp day

For King and country the officer would say

That field grew blooms of fire and light

As noises grew forever louder day and night



Up then lads the shout would come

Forward, forward with bayonet and gun

My body willing, my mind was weak

As I stumbled that day upon my feet

The noise the roar, the flash of light

That caught us all within our flight


We were scythed like wheat that once stood proud

Come then lads was heard out loud



The field’s now quiet, the guns have gone

But some dear friends they linger on

Their spirits call me from the grave

All the heros’ ..... All the brave

Remember all those who came not back

Because of those words attack ,attack ,attack

I know … It’s late
The dew laden plains reaching up
Caressing the threads of my velvet red cape
I course through bewitching woods

Night after night I flit through moonlit paths
Surveilled by the all seeing, ever knowing owl
Distant howling of the prairie wolf
My tragic past finds no rest, enmity on the prowl

Soul searching, I endlessly roam the castle hallways
Why does my weary spirit find no rest
Why dost it search and toil in vain
We are now worlds apart, both physically and spiritually … in pain

Haunting forgotten rhythmic heart beats
Remind me of distant days gone by
In frenzy I search, In longing I cry out
But no sound emanates from what’s already dead

I know … it’s late
I cannot find my true love
He’s gone, I’m afraid
The haunting sounds of midnight

A quite familiar episode unfolds
How young and black are kept from growing old
Meek men with guns, black hole in place of heart
A devils work did idle hands embark
Upon, but film had captured what occurred
Dead men won’t tell a pictures’ thousand words

A crooked DA Johnson tried to hide
Recruited to erase a homicide
But best attempts were futile in the end
Efforts often made could not contend
Real justice for Ahmaud the Fathers’ will
Yes peace envelope mothers’ heart be still.

Wb JS 1/8/22

If ever you make it to Heaven one day,
Please stop and take a while
To look for my kin as you go on your way;
You’ll meet him with a smile.
Tell him how truly sorry I am
That no one was there by his side
But I know now that God may have planned it that way,
On the fateful morning he died.

If ever you make it to Heaven one day,
And find that you’re lonesome or bored,
Just look for my brother, he’ll show you the way;
‘Cause he’s right there with the Lord.
You’ll find that he’s happy and free from all care;
- There’ll be a grin on his face -
Everything’s better, there’s nothing to fear
Now that he’s gone from this place.

If ever I make it to Heaven at all,
What a great blessing that’ll be!
But greater still will be my joy,
When my loving brother I see.
He knows how to make me feel welcome and glad;
- He’s just a person like that –
So I’ll try my best to be good, though I’m sad,
Until it’s my turn to depart.

I wanted a room with a view
Im here and Im you

I came from before
Im here forevermore

I told you who you are
Im here never far

I know you cannot see
Im you and you are me

I know you dont know
Im here to help you grow

I know its a mystery
Im here to set you free!

What will you do when the doing is done?, what will you do
when the race is won? who will you be?, what will you see,,...
......eternity?

Little is noticed, less remembered.
Not completely written down, and cut at the templates.
What is not burned is wholly lost but for the mention in another's fragment, which is edited in the compilation and lied about in the quotation.

Where were you when Kennedy died? Where were you when Simpson lied?
Where were you when you realised? Where were you?

Tomorrow will always come after today ends
Tomorrow WILL be with or without you or me

Today is where we are at right now
No guarantee of tomorrow, no how

So its strange to me and strange to see
Such importance placed on what may never be.

All there is...is now, mother, father, daughter and son
Be united as one, no second chance to start anew

The time is now, for me and you.

And still we repeat, still we retreat, until we're backed into a corner, only then will the battle for survival become the host of a new revival, new wisdom to see, what things there could be, but twill only get lost in history. Again!